Lyrics:
time when the feathers flew
You're runnin' wild a-kickin' up your heels
A-leavin' me home with a hand full of bills
I can't live without you and you
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
the homies
Blue-eyed devil with a fat old monkey
I'mma buy a brand new Caddy on fours
Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four
Platinum on everything
Platinum
make things move slower
I'm never sober
Roll some weed our eyes gets lower
I'm in my old school
Ride it sound just like a newer motor
They're wondering
will fit the bill
But in no time flat you're out of what you need
The old crew don't get together anymore these days much ever
And some went
In my feelings no one sees it, bills on bills keep pilling
No time for Beefing, it's my season, diamonds gat me shivering
Been trynna screw me that's
quick to move shit,
Heavily armed,
I'm similar to Sadam, sometimes I question Hussein
Like friends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
I hit
Peter's party is enjoyed by all
He settles the sizable bill
But the birthday gifts bought by his friends disappoint
Being too few and run of the mill
I'm going out all by myself, no victims role for me
No I'm not transgressed by lovers or friends or owed something you see
Well the new condo's they're
how I haven't really changed that much
I bought the house but forgot to pay the water bill
I thought by now I'd be happier
I thought by now that
I just hit a blunt of 916 weed, old friends calling like they miss me
All my homies smoking more than hippies, and I just took a break away from
But when he hears love sing through the wall
Well, Happy sings along
My old friend
Where has the time gone?
We were thick as thieves
Until hate
behind
That shit continue to roll
Every nigga you called a friend
Now they actin' so cold
Now you sittin' there gettin' old
Trying to find your way home
for half its worth
To this man he thought a friend to be if there's not a hell there ought to be
Mary Ann was sweet sixteen never had been around
is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National
a little bitty puppy yet
Well, I caught you honky tonkin' with my best friend
The thing to do was leave you, but I should'a left then
Now I'm too old
a little bitty puppy yet
Well, I caught you honky tonkin' with my best friend
The thing to do was leave you, but I should'a left then
Now I'm too old
of Egypt old Man, Dead in a Room
Love is a Piece of Paper Torn to Bit's
Big Bastard with a Sword
About my Very Tortured Friend, Peter
Not Quite So Soon
doe my friend, Only punch cards with holes in the
Controlled by the time they gave me I was sold for it
I didn't care much but still skilled with
going out all by myself, no victims role for me
No I'm not transgressed by lovers or friends or owed something you see
Well the new condo's they're coming
Coyote
by Bill Staines
Here in the dawn
You got me listenin' to your song once again.
I love how it climbs and it hangs upon the wind.
Here in
acting like their kinned to me
All these bitches getting old to me
Remember when they tried to take my soul from me
All the dollar bills they stole from me
this EP by tonight tho
Wallet run dry, bills looking high tho
Spread thighs tho, high school was miles
Away from Van, but I feel the eyes tho
Stuck
friend france text
Felix people delivery from farm groceries are mail' miles alway
Blackmail twenty-one sibl' noh bbq weekend tan by the pools
Native
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